I have, for many years, suffered with all sorts of problems with my teeth. It dates back to a butcher who used to pass himself off as a Dentist who cared for me as a child. He advised that I had a fluoride deficiency, when I was actually suffering from awful tooth decay. As a result, from about the age of 18 onwards, my teeth have been crumbling and breaking like a coastal footpath. I have been blighted with abscesses and nagging toothache for all that time. About three weeks ago, I started to get an even more painful one. Now the last time I went to the Dentist I was quoted about £4000 to get them sorted, which was quite out of the question. Apparently this has changed now, and the combination of this and the total agony I was in led me to getting an emergency appointment yesterday. My face had started to swell up quite badly. I now have two courses of antibiotics and an extraction planned for Friday. However I have this morning woken up to even worse swelling. There is more than a hint of Mr Merrick about me (More than usual before any smart ass mentions it). It really is SO tiresome, and painful, and has made me unutterably miserable. I am supposed to be running sound for the amdram group rehearsal this evening, but not sure I can cope with the pain, and the humiliation.
Miserable from Flitwick
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